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From afar by the breezes carried through the dense and impenetratable fog rings a church bell so dull and eerie, towards the sound draws nightly stroll at this hour is someone getting married? As I come nearer chamber music I hear behind the shrine there's a hidden stair case, the moment I enter the music stops, in the chamber stands an old church organ with wax candles and pipes that reaches all the way up In the web buried dust of the ages, which is weird after what I've just heard Hello, don't be afraid, I don't need to hide in the shadows no more These are my ladies, aren't they beatiful, each one speaks with a lovely voice I call them the belles of Notre Dame Bells of Notre Dame Bells of Notre Dame "Ring, Ring, I said Ring for me Let them ring for the shallow beauty, but for whom? If only walls could speak, every stone has a different story Grey in shade to your poem epique, listen The Bells of Notre Dame The Bells of Notre Dame"

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Once upon a time in a place not far from here lived a prince in a castle with his lovely fiancée One day she got bit by a bat and grew paler and paler She died later that spring in the arms of Vlad the impaler Outcast from the arch only fools dare to whisper his name after dark Vlad is the devil, that´s what they say but he is so very generous on Fangs giving day Vlad the impaler sings a lullabye for naughty naughty children The time has come to... die Vlad has a hole his heart ought to be he knows "the life at stake" process by heart see Vlad the impaler crawls out his den like itsy bitsy spider he crawls back again If Vlad would have a penny for every time he´s bad Then Vlad would have plenty but no no Vlad has bad breath caused by tooth decay when stalking his victims bad breath gives him away But he was more known as... DRACULA!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Excouse moi madame, "L´Arc de triomphe?" La tour eiffel ou Notre Dame – un tourist demande A devil in disguise – fangs madame voila Krumlour of Paris it´s beau and romantique who are you? She then ask – first pious then grotesque If this is all there is then it must be some mistake Is this what I think it is a mistake Is this what i think it is, a mistake of the world famous kiss With etiquette and finesse – I ask for some adresse, then - en touriste? Oui oui – I show no mercy

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

[Act 1] Do not worry my dear, it s going to be just fine, I hope You shouldn´t blame yourself it wasn´t your fault Ooh it´s the first time for me too you know And I am just as nervous and afraid as you are so just hold my hand and we make it together as always She pushed and she pushed but the baby was stead fast I passed out when she needed me the most no omen or vision beats a womens intuition When her motherly instinct is on but what if Will be like in "Rosemary´s Baby" a monster freak or a beast Awoke as I screamed from my blood curling dream Oh God help me, what have I done I have a feeling there´s something wrong I could have swore I heard an angel sigh Some force don´t want this child to be born I dreamt of a raven, could that have been an omen We who sailed the seventh seas of rhye nonchalantly I thought that nothing could ever stop us I would do anything, anything for you wish there was something I could do Ooh Vampirella [Act 2] "I want you to know that whatever, however, whoever this turns out you should know that I´ve always loved you, and I promised you a son, didn´t I? So listen carefully, I feel I can´t go on much longer please let me finish, I wouldn´t say this if it wasn´t for real, I don´t have much time left" The baby is stillborn lay quiet and still through the storm hear the howling of wolves… I look at my love who´s grown weaker and weaker our love child becomes her death now something connects them like glowing magnetism it´s a transmigration of souls then deafening silence It kind of froze for a moment like the entire world held it´s (breath) Why did it had to be this way at first I felt such anger that I Couldn´t look at her, I rushed up the stairs to the pinnacles top My lady is dead, you newborn murderess, there held the bundle high Overhead unto the wind, only thunder gods witness My daughter was baptized in the rain of memory of her mother I gave her the name... VAMPIRELLA!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

He sought cover on that rainy Sunday night Where no-man had sat his foot for a long, long time A lonesome chapel on a desolate moor shortly after he slept by the fire-place awoke as god has made him there on the floor by a female falsetto at the BREAK

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025